If My Dreams Breath To Take On Flight
a bearded lady bare to compose
circled through the variation in my dream
fire...
fire...
A wasteful spent
love...
love...
a useful vent

Turkey in the middle of a date
God only knows
God only knows...
search within a spectrum vault
Circus..
Circus..

here I come,
each step that I take
another page to make
loosen up gold as to silver
basking in the wilderness
Here I am again
a parchment from a fly
lift high the American brand

Trump was here below the price for beer
castaway shutters we bring through the covers
whiskers through the *** pipe embrace the skull
shattered dreams embraced the deep,

listen as nasty nature means
Bernie, still in the political game
Mr. Sanders searched underneath the covers
If my dreams breath to take on flight

silver...
etched in gold wonder boy wonder
etched through the vibration dealt to reason
cross the street...
safe to stand still to repeat
sadness, on a new type swing..
stretched to silver no gold to be found